"You did this?" Listening to her somewhat coquettish voice, Jun Mochan's mood inexplicably brightened.
"It was my idea, executed by Number Three," said Ye Ranran as she handed her cell phone to Chu Ji.
Looking at the entangled flesh displayed on the screen, Chu Ji could hardly bear to look and tossed the phone into Mrs. Huo's hands.
"I won't be able to tonight; I have to go back to the military soon." Tomorrow was the drill, and he couldn't afford any mistakes.
"Alright then, I'll tell you when I see you tomorrow." The person she had wanted to know the most already knew, and it seemed unimportant if Jun Mochan did or didn't know.
"Is it very important?" Jun Mochan asked a bit seriously, yet somewhat suspiciously.
"It's serious if you say it's serious, and not if you say it's not. But, it's not urgent at this moment."
"Alright then, once you're done with your business, hurry back, and don't let anyone discover you." Jun Mochan urged.